Three years ago today a very apprehensive Helaine and I drove to the pound in Wallingford to get Doppler. A few days earlier Doppler chose me when I came to look at their ‘special case.’
We still can’t understand how anyone abandoned this dog–but someone surely did.
She was left in a baseball dugout with her brother (or father–we don’t know), Bentley. They arrived at the pound with their nails curling inward, their coats matted with poop and mud.
We’ve heard stories. Sometimes people become sick, or die. Their relatives don’t know what to do with the dog. Sometimes people lose jobs and can no longer afford the upkeep.
A dog discarded is the end of what’s already a tragic story.
We took a chance adopting. We got lucky!
She came trained. She came polite. She came laid back. She fit in perfectly starting on day one.
Doppler has seen a lot in the past three years. And now, after a coast-to-coast ride on Helaine’s lap, she’s a Cali girl.
A few hours after we brought Doppler home our friends Cheryl and Steve adopted Bentley. Another “happily ever after” story.
We don’t really know how old Doppler is. She’s very puppyesque, but our Connecticut vet’s estimation (based on her teeth) is six or seven.
Who got luckier? Doppler or us?
